Caedmon: Wow!! Mindmistress: It looks like the tank crew evacuated in time--barely. Ugh! My armor-- Caedmon: What's wrong? Mindmistress: --Twisting --- warping---shorting out!Caedmon: What--? A body leotard--? Mindmistress: The electrical systems are disrupting--the armor's bending--if I don't get out of this suit---it'll become jagged shrapnel-- shred me to ribbons.

Mindmistress: My locket--!! Caedmon: Funny...you don't strike me as the jewelry tyupe-- Mindmistress: But it--you don't--right. It's just a keepsake--from my mother. Caedmon: So we're defenseless? Bad timing. Because--Caedmon: ---We're surrounded. Soldier: Plastic tranq guns. We won't kill you ---but one way or another we're taking you prisoner. Caedmon: What should we do? Mindmistress: We surrender. Soldier: See? She really is smart.


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